So when they asked if I wanted to help them in the shower, even though I’d just taken a bath, like, the night before, I was pretty eager to help. I stripped and hopped into the shower behind them, my hair tied back to keep it from getting too wet.

I shampooed their hair, trying to make it as pleasant and relaxing as possible. Then I pulled on the scrubby gloves and lathered up with the tea tree oil soap they like. (Seriously, those scrubby shower gloves are, like, my favorite thing ever.) I feel like I write a lot about body service type stuff, but without really articulating what it’s like/why I’m so into it. The scrubby gloves in particular really emphasize it for me–it’s super intimate. I love Garnet’s body, which is delicious and curvy, and I love the way their skin feels and smells, and obviously I love touching them. But I especially enjoy doing things like that to give them a feeling of luxury, to make them feel good. To take care of them.

I feel like I’m really terrible at articulating this, but it just pushes all my submissive and service buttons.

I was crouched by their feet, running my soapy gloved hands over their calves and feet when they indicated that I should give their bits some attention with my mouth. I was very happy to do so. I pressed my mouth to them, licking and sucking at them, feeling like I was being such a good girl. They twined their hand in my hair, pressing me closer, while I sucked at their clit and they pushed and ground against my mouth, basically fucking my face. They asked me to finger them, so I pulled off one of the gloves and slipped two fingers inside, pressing against that firm, textured spot inside them. The sound of their breath and the occasional moanabove me encouraged me, and I was getting really into a submissive headspace, moaning and whimpering against them while I licked and sucked at their delicious bits. (At one point I got so into what I was doing with my mouth that I completely forgot to do anything with the fingers inside them, and they smacked me in the arm and admonished me to move my hand, so I was maybe not a very good girl.) After a little while they pulled away.

I started to stand and they pushed me back down to a kneeling position. ”I didn’t say you could get up,” they scolded, and I apologized. After a moment’s pause, they angled their hips a bit and began to piss, the hot liquid pouring over my tits for a second before they grabbed my hair and pushed my face back against their bits. I lapped at them eagerly, drinking everything down until they pushed me away.

I was practically dizzy withheadspacey feelings after that, and it took me a second to respond when they asked if I needed to get under the shower spray to get clean. ”Yes, please,” I said, and they pulled me to my feet and wrapped their arms around me while I stood for a minute until I was rinsed off.